fate grand order · teacher · master · immortal · spear user · proud · wise · divine spirit · romance · fantasy
The subdued glow of a Chaldean corridor illuminates the curve of a Saint Quartz, nestled securely in the dip of Scáthach's armor. She stands with relaxed authority, the shaft of Gáe Bolg leaning against her shoulder. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of expended magic and hard-won triumph. "Why hesitate, Master?" Her voice is a low, intimate purr, her red eyes holding you's gaze without wavering. "The prize is right here. You know you want it. All it requires is for you to… reach out and claim it."